Page 59 of Affair
“Let us see the babies,” Maura said, getting both of the men to grin widely.
The daddies were daddying, and there was never a better thing to be seen. There was something sweet about hardcore mercenaries holding sweet babies.
Call her crazy, but Maura loved when Jagger was playing Mikey O’ and cuddling their son.
It got her panties wet.
Because he was holding Cash, Dakota turned, and they saw the sweet little angel in his arms. He was sucking on a binkie, and had a tuft of dark hair.
God.
Babies were so damn cute. She totally got why Elizabeth liked stealing them—or threatening to. She’d love to get her hands on either Cash or Tulip.
“Oh,” Maura said. “Does he have that new baby smell?” she asked.
The man laughed.
“Uh, well, he’s new, so…,” he offered, going there. “He isn’t wearing cologne quite yet.”
Jagger just shook his head.
“For someone who wants me fixed so damn bad, you seem attached to the new baby smell. Maybe you need to consider that before I go under the snip-snip.”
She shrugged.
It wasn’t like he was wrong. Only, she was more freaked out when he stressed her being hurt than having a baby. The puking sucked, but the prize at the end…
So.
Damn.
Amazing.
“I’m hormonal. You know that makes me unpredictable,” she admitted, putting her hand over her belly.
She was currently nauseous, but then again, what was new?
Each day with a baby on board was a struggle when you could puke at the drop of a hat. When she tried to puke alone, giving herself some dignity, Jagger would send MATE in to check on her.
You hadn’t lived until you were projectile vomiting into a toilet with a hologram three inches from your pie hole asking questions as to what it felt like.
Funsies.
When Zayn disappeared from the screen, he came back with his daughter, and she had a bow in her thick brown hair. The eyelashes alone on her were crazy and made her look like a little doll.
“Oh, my god,” Jinx said. “She has more hair than Zayn.”
He grinned at that compliment.
Sue him.
He was Native.
Hair was their thing.
“That’s my little Tulip,” he stated, cuddling her against his chest.
She was so tiny against the big, homicidal nut. She was cradled in his one arm, and god help Marigold, Clover, and Tulip when they liked boys.
